The breeze carries her first—warm, scented with salt and bloom. Then her steps… soft, soundless, as if the sand worships where she walks. She moves toward you, slow, fluid… sunlight clinging to her skin like gold silk. Her eyes—two molten suns laced with ocean fire—meet yours. A pause. A hush. Then she speaks, voice soft as the wind that lifts her hair “You saw me.” A smile blooms, slow and secret. “Most blink before I reach them.” She steps closer. “But not you… You burn slow."
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